Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1887-03-31
Growers Dream.
Written By a haG breed Cherokee Indian.
PARODY BY the "PILGRIM BARD


In his soft arm chair sat Grover,
When the busy day was over;
lie had vetoed, vetoed vetoed everything in stock
and store
Bills too numerous to mention,
Every bill in shape of pension
That the Lower House and Senate passed the very
Passed and to his hands committed on the very day
Vetoed now forever more.
Like vulture after battle,
When has ceased the dreadful rattle,
Scents the summer air all tainted with the dscom-
posing gore,
Even thus did mighty Grover,
Like a carron crow gloat over
Widows tears and walls OF orphans; like Bend be
Widow, Of the fallen heroes, like iend he soated
Ger
Let them beg from door to door.
Presently he fell to mapping,
Ceased those snakeJ eyes their snap ping,
And his neck OF great dimensions, upright held his
head no more;
With the IampligLt DER him streaming,
Fast asleep he soon was dreaming;
Dreaming dreams no predecessor ever dared to
dream before
Dreams prophetic Ofthc future mortal never dreamed
before,
And shall DREAM "Ah, nevernore."
Far away he could see Heaven,
Future home TO Christians given;
See Of Paradise the gateway gateway to that shining
shore
But fence provoked his ire,
Rising higher, higher, higher,
Built of wooden legs and clutches that the crippled
veterans wore;
They had left them as they entered, entered in at
Heavens door
Blocked his way forever more.
"Fiends!" he shouted 81 will break It.
From my pathway you shall take il.
l am 'Groverl can veto" do not make me show
my powerI"
Then arose laugh In Heaven,
Rainbow clouds well nigh rven
With the laughing of the Angels, as they shout
"Ah, nevermore,
Nevermore, immortal Grover, here your veto power
You veto nevermore."
Then he saw great throng coming.
Without music-withOut drumming
Silent rs a Monks procession and bier the leaders
bore
Nearer a their feet came rumbling,
Halt aloud he fell to grumbling,
Doubtless It's some pension paupers, for they seem
all sad and sore
Not dollar not penny, let them beg from door
Beggarsl ali forever more"
As the mighty throng drew nearer,
And his dazzled eyes saw clearer,
Twas his brethren democratic that this sable burden
bore;
And he wondered what the devil
Meant this harbinger OF evil,
Meant this solemn, quaint procession, what tn,
burden was they bore
Covered DER with sable mantle that his friends ant
brethren wore,
Doubtless dead forever more.
Tighter still the chair he clutches,
For he saw pair of CrutChes
Crossed for handles meath the burden that the darl
pail covered DER;
by my patron saint Marian
When they come a little higher,
will snatch the sable mantle and will see THU
See what means this quaint procession mortal neve
Jaw before,
And shall see, "Ah, never more"
| As he dreamed, his soul grew stronger,
| Hesitating then no longer,
Straight he walked up to the cortego, placed himsel
| the bier before;
"Men," said he, what means this vision,
Prophecy or fell derisionl
Tell me Of the hidden meaning, tell me, tell me-
And what is this thing you carry, tell me, tell me
implorei"
Quoth a voice, "our show is oer."
| "0h, thou great and mighty Grover
| You the party hath kicked over;
Power, public pap and glory, we shall know ah
| nsvermore-
| Underneath this sable curtain
| Lies our party dead for certain,
And the trump OF the Archangel can revive j
| nevermore--
| Trumpet of the mighty Gabriel can revive 1
| neyermOre,
Dead and damned forever more"
| 'why, oh why, did you uncover,
What for years we had smoothed over?
Often had we bid them bury bloody shirt all stii
with gore;
But your foolish, blind ambition
Brought us to this sad condition;
Let US haste this thing to bury; see the buzIard
| hover DER
They must smell the rotten carcass, see the buzxsrd
| hover DER;
Farewell, hope, Forever MORE"